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Chapter 4
Vernon froze to the spot at once when Harry began to laugh in a way that made his blood stop circulating. It was a hard, cold, joyless and shrill laugh, which made him more terrified than he ever had been in his entire life. He could only be motionless and listen while the boy, not boy, it was more like someone else, laughed in there. When the boy stopped, Vernon began to relax again. He turned to look at the boy more closely now. He was currently laying on the ground, pressing his hands on his forehead, and what was more, he could see that there was something dark underneath his hands. He took a couple of steps towards the boy so he could see him better, but then suddenly he saw that boy's face began to show marks of what could only mean great pain. Instantly, he began to speak in the same scary voice. It hadn't been anything like absent-minded talking for he knew what he was saying.
But it really looked like he was in a lot of pain during it. After a long time, what felt like eternity, the boy stopped talking and Vernon relaxed once again. It wasn't a very long pause before the boy began laughing again with the same creepy voice that made Vernon's hackles rise, though he was now less scared than a minute ago. Then boy became relaxed again and was no longer tensed by pain. But still, he kept talking, moaning and shifting on his stomach. This time he was speaking so quietly, that Vernon couldn't hear what he was saying. It was more like talking in his dreams than a moment ago, like he was in the nightmare at the moment. It was much like last year during the summer, when Vernon had seen him be like this in his dreams. It hadn't been every night, but Vernon had seen the boy mumbling in his sleep like this pretty often. The first time he had seen this was when he had needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. After that, he had begun to observe if the boy had nightmares like that often, and he did. Vernon took one more look around him and when there was nothing he could see, he began to walk towards Harry again.
Nameless fear was Vernon's state of mind as he slowly approached Harry. It felt like one year ago when he saw that his dear Dudley was affected by those dementor things. He had been so scared for him. Was he feeling the same nameless fear for Harry? How it could be for Harry? And how could he think of him as Harry? He tried be careless about him but he could not do that anymore. How he could be worried about the bo-, no not boy, it was Harry. He could not even call him boy anymore, he thought with a sigh. Suddenly, he was in front of door before he even realized it, and Harry was below him. Now, he could finally take a better look at Harry who was laying on his stomach now. For a moment he only gapped at him, but then he had collected enough courage to bend down and take a better look at Harry. He was in such position that Vernon was not able to see much, but what he saw, didn't look good.
He was so pale and looked cold but at the same time he was sweating. It could mean only a fever and it couldn't be a light fever, not if he was delirious, and obviously he was. His hands were pressing on his forehead still, and hard yet. When he looked more closely he saw that the dark thing that he had seen earlier under Harry's hands was blood. He thought that it was not good sign and he was too becoming even more worried than he already was. He tired to think what he could do to help him so he looked away from Harry and instantly saw that there were a couple of their neighbor at their windows. But Vernon only kept watching around him, not truly noticing the neighbors. It was a miracle that he saw them and yet was less scared that they might ask something about Harry, but he didn't care about his reputation by that point. The neighbors be damned. He continued to watch around him with divided attention. He didn't even wonder why he was not caring about the neighbors, and how he did give a thought about Harry's friends. It was almost that he wanted Harry's friend there so that they could come and help Harry. But no one was coming and he would have to help Harry himself. That thought made him nervous and he took one final glance around before he got work.
He rolled Harry on to his back so that he could take a better look at how bad a state he was in. He saw that Harry did not realize that Vernon was turning him at all. He only kept mumbling and pressing his hands to his forehead. Once Harry was on his back, Vernon started to examine his forehead, which was what looked the worst. It took nearly all his strength to pull Harry's hands of his forehead but because Vernon was strong he was able to pull Harry's hands a way in only a few seconds. Once he was able to see Harry's forehead better, gasped. There was lot of blood and Vernon looked around to see if he could find anything that he could use to put pressure on and clean Harry's forehead. That way, he could have a better look at it too. There on the table were Petunia's black velvet gloves, so he took them, and began his cleaning.
Finally he saw where Harry's blood was coming from. There was a new fresh cut that was leaking out a little blood onto his forehead but it wasn't the main source. From where most of the blood was coming from shocked and astounded him. How was it possible that Harry's scar could be leaking now? He saw that is wasn't because he had hit anything because it was bleeding from the scar itself, and could not have possibly come from an earlier fall or wound. How could it be possible? It wasn't normal for an old scar to start bleeding like that with no reason.
Now he wondered how such a high fever had set in. A high fever couldn't enter instantly. He should have had a fever all night and from the looks of it, Harry had. He probably hadn't realized how bad a state he was in and gone to bed. Vernon could only think that he had woken up while he was delirious, and began walking because of his hallucination. He only hoped that he could be woken up before Harry became worse. It weighed on him now.
Now there were yet more neighbors looking at them but Vernon didn't even looking at them for realization that there was no avoiding them. They were gong to see what would happen anyway.
Suddenly, Vernon heard an odd thud from upstairs. He turned around startled in order to look for what had caused the sound but there was nothing within sight. After a minute, when he had still seen nothing, he turned again to Harry and kept his attention on Harry. Harry was still mumbling and moving restlessly on his back. Suddenly Vernon realized that all neighbors were still looking at them. But he did not have time to think about it because Harry's forehead was full of blood once more. While he was again putting pressure on Harry's forehead he thought about why he didn't worry anymore about the neighbors and their questions when normally it should feel like their world was coming to an end because they had let their dirty little secret out, but no. He knew better that they were not as important as Harry's state. It was only Harry who was hurt at the moment and could not afford to be embarrassed. So he only took look at Harry and said:
"You will be all right again, I will make sure of that!"
Now he watched Harry with pained eyes and thought of how unfair he had been to him all this time. He felt overwhelmed by guilt and closed his eyes, but not in time to stop the one tear that was sneaking down of his cheek slowly. After a moment, he opened his eyes again and slowly and hesitatingly began to talk to Harry again, but this time stuttering.
"I - I'm – so – sorry – about – all – these - years."
How badly he hoped that Harry could hear what he was saying to him at this moment. He even tried to shake Harry to see if he could wake him up from his... what ever it was as another tear made its way out of his eye. Now he began speak with a stronger voice.
"How could you have tolerated us? You were supposed to be our nephew and we have been so horrible to you all this time."
He paused momentarily before he managed to say to his next sentence. And still he only managed to whisper it to him.
"I don't want you die!" and before he could say anything more, he heard shrieking from behind him.
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I got new beta now finally. But i don't want delay your reading any more so i stop this now that you can read this, finally!
Chapter 4
Vernon froze to the spot at once when Harry began to laugh in a way that made his blood stop circulating. It was a hard, cold, joyless and shrill laugh, which made him more terrified than he ever had been in his entire life. He could only be motionless and listen while the boy, not boy, it was more like someone else, laughed in there. When the boy stopped, Vernon began to relax again. He turned to look at the boy more closely now. He was currently laying on the ground, pressing his hands on his forehead, and what was more, he could see that there was something dark underneath his hands. He took a couple of steps towards the boy so he could see him better, but then suddenly he saw that boy's face began to show marks of what could only mean great pain. Instantly, he began to speak in the same scary voice. It hadn't been anything like absent-minded talking for he knew what he was saying.
But it really looked like he was in a lot of pain during it. After a long time, what felt like eternity, the boy stopped talking and Vernon relaxed once again. It wasn't a very long pause before the boy began laughing again with the same creepy voice that made Vernon's hackles rise, though he was now less scared than a minute ago. Then boy became relaxed again and was no longer tensed by pain. But still, he kept talking, moaning and shifting on his stomach. This time he was speaking so quietly, that Vernon couldn't hear what he was saying. It was more like talking in his dreams than a moment ago, like he was in the nightmare at the moment. It was much like last year during the summer, when Vernon had seen him be like this in his dreams. It hadn't been every night, but Vernon had seen the boy mumbling in his sleep like this pretty often. The first time he had seen this was when he had needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. After that, he had begun to observe if the boy had nightmares like that often, and he did. Vernon took one more look around him and when there was nothing he could see, he began to walk towards Harry again.
Nameless fear was Vernon's state of mind as he slowly approached Harry. It felt like one year ago when he saw that his dear Dudley was affected by those dementor things. He had been so scared for him. Was he feeling the same nameless fear for Harry? How it could be for Harry? And how could he think of him as Harry? He tried be careless about him but he could not do that anymore. How he could be worried about the bo-, no not boy, it was Harry. He could not even call him boy anymore, he thought with a sigh. Suddenly, he was in front of door before he even realized it, and Harry was below him. Now, he could finally take a better look at Harry who was laying on his stomach now. For a moment he only gapped at him, but then he had collected enough courage to bend down and take a better look at Harry. He was in such position that Vernon was not able to see much, but what he saw, didn't look good.
He was so pale and looked cold but at the same time he was sweating. It could mean only a fever and it couldn't be a light fever, not if he was delirious, and obviously he was. His hands were pressing on his forehead still, and hard yet. When he looked more closely he saw that the dark thing that he had seen earlier under Harry's hands was blood. He thought that it was not good sign and he was too becoming even more worried than he already was. He tired to think what he could do to help him so he looked away from Harry and instantly saw that there were a couple of their neighbor at their windows. But Vernon only kept watching around him, not truly noticing the neighbors. It was a miracle that he saw them and yet was less scared that they might ask something about Harry, but he didn't care about his reputation by that point. The neighbors be damned. He continued to watch around him with divided attention. He didn't even wonder why he was not caring about the neighbors, and how he did give a thought about Harry's friends. It was almost that he wanted Harry's friend there so that they could come and help Harry. But no one was coming and he would have to help Harry himself. That thought made him nervous and he took one final glance around before he got work.
He rolled Harry on to his back so that he could take a better look at how bad a state he was in. He saw that Harry did not realize that Vernon was turning him at all. He only kept mumbling and pressing his hands to his forehead. Once Harry was on his back, Vernon started to examine his forehead, which was what looked the worst. It took nearly all his strength to pull Harry's hands of his forehead but because Vernon was strong he was able to pull Harry's hands a way in only a few seconds. Once he was able to see Harry's forehead better, gasped. There was lot of blood and Vernon looked around to see if he could find anything that he could use to put pressure on and clean Harry's forehead. That way, he could have a better look at it too. There on the table were Petunia's black velvet gloves, so he took them, and began his cleaning.
Finally he saw where Harry's blood was coming from. There was a new fresh cut that was leaking out a little blood onto his forehead but it wasn't the main source. From where most of the blood was coming from shocked and astounded him. How was it possible that Harry's scar could be leaking now? He saw that is wasn't because he had hit anything because it was bleeding from the scar itself, and could not have possibly come from an earlier fall or wound. How could it be possible? It wasn't normal for an old scar to start bleeding like that with no reason.
Now he wondered how such a high fever had set in. A high fever couldn't enter instantly. He should have had a fever all night and from the looks of it, Harry had. He probably hadn't realized how bad a state he was in and gone to bed. Vernon could only think that he had woken up while he was delirious, and began walking because of his hallucination. He only hoped that he could be woken up before Harry became worse. It weighed on him now.
Now there were yet more neighbors looking at them but Vernon didn't even looking at them for realization that there was no avoiding them. They were gong to see what would happen anyway.
Suddenly, Vernon heard an odd thud from upstairs. He turned around startled in order to look for what had caused the sound but there was nothing within sight. After a minute, when he had still seen nothing, he turned again to Harry and kept his attention on Harry. Harry was still mumbling and moving restlessly on his back. Suddenly Vernon realized that all neighbors were still looking at them. But he did not have time to think about it because Harry's forehead was full of blood once more. While he was again putting pressure on Harry's forehead he thought about why he didn't worry anymore about the neighbors and their questions when normally it should feel like their world was coming to an end because they had let their dirty little secret out, but no. He knew better that they were not as important as Harry's state. It was only Harry who was hurt at the moment and could not afford to be embarrassed. So he only took look at Harry and said:
"You will be all right again, I will make sure of that!"
Now he watched Harry with pained eyes and thought of how unfair he had been to him all this time. He felt overwhelmed by guilt and closed his eyes, but not in time to stop the one tear that was sneaking down of his cheek slowly. After a moment, he opened his eyes again and slowly and hesitatingly began to talk to Harry again, but this time stuttering.
"I - I'm – so – sorry – about – all – these - years."
How badly he hoped that Harry could hear what he was saying to him at this moment. He even tried to shake Harry to see if he could wake him up from his... what ever it was as another tear made its way out of his eye. Now he began speak with a stronger voice.
"How could you have tolerated us? You were supposed to be our nephew and we have been so horrible to you all this time."
He paused momentarily before he managed to say to his next sentence. And still he only managed to whisper it to him.
"I don't want you die!" and before he could say anything more, he heard shrieking from behind him.
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